I wait for the wind breeze by
I follow the caress of its nature and
I indulge in the graceful presence
Of passion that I do not have

Passion of the wind breezes forth from the
Streams and seas and stirs in the clouds
Passes the mountains and down towards the valley
I stand in its nature and presence

I feel the winds monumental force upon my brow
If I were some other form of being
the wind would take me there
to where it goes

I do not see the wind travel as it goes down toward the mountain
Feel the breeze connect with my electricity
And magnetically charge me with its raw and untamed
Energy, the force of its nature, and guidance, as it blows

Towards the valley and through the open expanse of
My city, and my land, and I can only see as far as it
Expands from the tides, and onto the land from within
The forefront of the earth’s wind making machine

From the nature of the Terra Gaia and from the belly of the Beast
Natural elements flow from creation of ecological systems of
Coincidence and harmony, yes that is an order and chaotic stream
Of what is only a cycle of the massive entity of the earth

When it falls from the sky, with water and storms, its way down
I hide under shelter, and feel vulnerable to its element of surprise
When I hear thunderous clouds becoming fighting rams horns
Connecting unto themselves and see the awesome light of natural

Lightning rods spearing the landscape in the desert I know that there
Is some form of natural evolution that I feel run through my veins
And examine when I face the wind
I face the nature of these elements and cannot hide

It is explicit that the poetry comes from the deep dark place that is
My eternal cavern, and how blasé does the nature of my own elements
Resonate the feelings of vulnerability, and how do I reconcile with them
When the earth breezes, my soul with its wind, I am blessed with its nature

An element of surprise that is the untanglement and undoing
Of a passing moment, when the moment is gone, there is the darkness
that befalls my being and I feel the wind in the dark, and nothing else
Wind is natures way to clean and polish the rocks, brush the sands into fine

Molecules of beach’s beauty and waves onto the sea floor and the mountain tops
Rivers of flowing water and icebergs melting into rivers and free falling snow
And a world of green and brush it seems as though these things have created
There own hiding place among the earth’s surface and below

I know that there is only the mind that exists within my soul, and sometimes
Feel that the mind of the earth, is a beautiful creature, with a nature that I
Can only experience once upon a time, and not to make fairy tales, of a time
Once passed, what is the nature that exists beyond the time

That the wind makes its journey throughout the terrain and the sea
of what is only some other form of nature, that I would one day feel
The passion to take a journey, upon its responses to my questions.

12/05/2003

Posted on 01/12/2010
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